[He can't help but flush lightly when she touches his forehead, closing his eyes and leaning gently against her hand. Even the pressure feels kind of nice, a solid reminder that yeah, she is here. He's not alone.
Then she takes his hand, and well, that's another intimate gesture that has his opening his eyes again, looking down at his own hand. His tendons work visibly through muscle as she presses down, the pressure closing his fingers slightly through no will of his own. He still can't feel it, but that doesn't mean the mechanics are messed up. Yet.]
Ah- there. Um... there.
[She's about halfway up his forearm when he speaks up, reaching with his other hand to gently take her wrist and position her fingers a centimeter lower.]
Right here.
[Rolling his sleeve up will reveal that the flesh is more normal above that point, less translucent and ghosty. For the moment.]
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[He can't help but flush lightly when she touches his forehead, closing his eyes and leaning gently against her hand. Even the pressure feels kind of nice, a solid reminder that yeah, she is here. He's not alone.
Then she takes his hand, and well, that's another intimate gesture that has his opening his eyes again, looking down at his own hand. His tendons work visibly through muscle as she presses down, the pressure closing his fingers slightly through no will of his own. He still can't feel it, but that doesn't mean the mechanics are messed up. Yet.]
Ah- there. Um... there.
[She's about halfway up his forearm when he speaks up, reaching with his other hand to gently take her wrist and position her fingers a centimeter lower.]
Right here.
[Rolling his sleeve up will reveal that the flesh is more normal above that point, less translucent and ghosty. For the moment.]